Behind the Curtain of Desire: veronica morre

Snow falls outside the cabin window while veronica morre keeps her naked by the fireplace. Firelight licks across her skin the same way her tongue licks across her lower lip in veronica morre. She drizzles warm honey across her breasts, letting it trail downward before chasing every drop with eager fingers in veronica morre. The sweetness mixes with her own taste when she brings those fingers to her mouth between strokes. Flames roar louder as she nears the edge in veronica morre; her final cry is swallowed by crackling wood. Spent, she lies on the bearskin rug, honey and satisfaction glistening—veronica morre is winter’s hottest contradiction.